Fortunately, this attack did not last long, and Chang Ling was suspended in mid-air, gasping for breath.

The invisible forces were all clanging in front of her, and she didn't know what was hammering.

Chang Ling could only glimpse a faint outline.

It's like forging something.

It didn't take long for the 'finished product' to take shape in the air.

Chang Ling's face changed, and he looked coldly at the picture in front of him.

It gradually became shaped, a figure about the same height as himself, and the invisible power was still carving the facial features of the person in front of him little by little.

Curved eyebrows, slightly raised eyes...... How to look at how familiar.

This invisible force actually created another self.

Let's call that thing myself, the appearance is exactly the same as Chang Ling, except that both the skin and hair of the clothes are gray and white.

Chang Ling clenched the Chixiao Sword in his hand and pointed at the gray figure in front of him.

The figure looked at the Chixiao Sword in Chang Ling's hand quite humanely, and there was another sound of Ding Dingdang, and the next moment the gray figure also held a long sword in his hand.

The sword is three feet seven inches long, and it is very sharp.

It turned out to be an 'intact' Chixiao Sword.

The figure also raised the Chixiao Sword and aimed at Chang Ling, she rushed towards Chang Ling violently, and even the dexterous body technique she used was so familiar.

It was Ling Feng.

Chang Ling's face turned cold, and he hurriedly stepped back, waving the Chixiao Sword in his hand and barely receiving the figure's charged blow.

Her strength was even a few points greater than herself, and even the use of Ling Feng's body method seemed to be more than flexible.

The Chixiao Sword in her hand is also extremely sharp, and it is not at all comparable to the broken sword in her hand.

After a few moves, Chang Ling was already quite embarrassed, barely able to operate Ling Feng's body technique to the extreme, constantly dodging the attack of this figure.

It seems that this figure has mastered the exercises he has mastered, and against this figure, Chang Ling has no advantage at all, and even said that he has been crushed in all aspects.

The only thing that can be called an advantage is probably that there are a lot of spiritual grasses in her storage magic weapon, which can replenish spiritual power and recover injuries at any time, but the puppet in front of her, the spiritual power seems to be inexhaustible, Chang Ling swung his sword several times, and only left a few faint traces on the figure.

The figure no longer deliberately avoided the key points as it had done before.

Several times, if Chang Ling hadn't taken the Blood Condensation Grass in her mouth in advance, she was afraid that she would have been cut in two by the sharp sword qi.

However, while there was still spiritual grass to hang his life, looking at the movements of the figure in front of him, Chang Ling was also thoughtful.

It turned out that Ling Feng's body method could work like this, and the sword qi could be used like this.

She followed the gourd drawing and learned the movements of the figure in front of her, but she barely carried down a few waves of attacks.

Before the joy could reach his heart, the man's offensive was a little stronger.

If she can continue to fight against such a figure, she must be able to quickly master the cheats of her exercises and reach a new level, but it is rare to understand, and saving her life is the most important thing.

As she continued to take the Bloodclot, the Bloodcoagulant became less and less effective for her.

At the beginning, the injuries of the broken meridians could take a leaf and heal in an instant, but as they continued to take it in the previous figurines and in the extreme temperature, it was time to fight with this figure.

Swallowing a leaf, it will take several breaths to heal the sword wound that runs through the body.

In the process of fighting, one breath of kung fu was enough to chop Chang Ling into minced meat.

Chang Ling's progress is also visible to the naked eye, Rao is like this, she is already overwhelmed.

What to do.

Chang Ling has observed this figure for a long time, and it seems that this figure can also master the exercises she has mastered, with extremely high sanity, as well as experienced combat experience, it is simply no weakness.

No, this figure's Chixiao Sword has never left his hand.

Occasionally, when he is overwhelmed, he will also relieve some of the pressure on Edgeworth, and if this figure had mastered Edgeworth, he would not know how many pieces he would have been cut into now.

The only possibility is ......

Chang Ling's eyes lit up, and his divine sense rushed to the figure's mind.

If you can't resist the sword, this person's spirit must be very weak.

Without any resistance, it easily got in.

There was no such thing as 'knowing the sea' in the figure's head, and there was a gray mist scattered everywhere.

Chang Ling had been accumulating strength for a long time, and the expected Divine Soul attack was untargeted.

She hurriedly withdrew from the figure's mind, her thoughts racing.

She gritted her teeth, and another scattered soul that perched on her sea of consciousness stretched out and was idle suddenly burrowed into the 'Chixiao Sword' held in the figure hand.

Because the gray figure in front of him has no soul, naturally he can't talk about controlling the flying sword, but simply holding it in his hand and slashing people.

As soon as Chang Ling's split soul drilled into this long sword, he instantly gained control of this long sword.

Taking advantage of the fact that the gray figure did not check, he suddenly broke free from the hands of the gray figure, and as soon as he turned around, the sword light swept towards the figure fiercely.

The material of this 'Chixiao Sword' was probably the same as that of this gray figure, and it was attached to Chang Ling's sharp sword qi, which penetrated the shoulder of this gray figure at once.

For a moment, wisps of gray mist escaped from the wound.

The flying sword's defection also made a little surprised expression flash on the figure's gray face, but she reacted quickly, anyway, she didn't care about the pain in her shoulder, she was probably aroused by Chang Ling, and her speed was a little faster, and she rushed straight towards Chang Ling.

Chang Ling couldn't dodge, but he was still hit in the abdomen by this punch, and the whole person flew out upside down and smashed on the scorching stone wall.

The sound of burnt flesh and clothing mixed with her heavy breathing filled the empty room.

Chang Ling didn't have time to exhale the pain, so he hurriedly rolled against the stone wall several times, barely avoiding the other punch that the figure rushed up.

There was another 'boom', and the figure's fist smashed a shallow hole into the hard stone wall.

Chang Ling took a deep breath, and the two Chixiao Swords attacked the figure at the same time.

The mutilated one mostly only attracted the attention of the figure, and the other gray-white one rushed up from time to time to give the figure a blow that was not light.

As time passed, Chang Ling's body had more and more wounds that were difficult to heal, and every breath seemed to be facing a dilapidated bellows, whirring.

At the same time, more and more obscure mist was constantly escaping from this figure's body, and in addition to the lack of bloodshed, she was in a similar situation to Chang Ling.

The power of this figure is not endless, as Chang Ling progresses little by little, he soon pushes her to a ceiling, and Chang Ling can barely fight with her.